That can't be...
What can't be?
Evangeline blinked at Elijah, looking back to his eyes and she could see the image of a person who was startled or perhaps in disbelief.
By the way he had spoken, it seems he knew her face? How odd because she had never seen the man. With such a frightening face, she wouldn't have forgotten it if she had really seen Elijah Starn even if it was just passing by his figure on a street.
He seemed to eyed her carefully and his gaze measured her entire person, down to her shoes. As she had left Hades's mansion, borrowing almost everything that he owned, she didn't look like any other normal peasant girl who had spent most of her time working on the field. Instead, with a dress so pristine without even a single wrinkle and hair that was soft without frizz, she held the appearance of a young lady from a noble family.
